They watched with bated breaths, eyes wide as the door opened and the King himself stepped out, his cold presence commanding instant silence. He was a figure of striking majesty, his long silver hair flowing down his back like a waterfall of moonlight. His violet eyes, sharp and discerning, scanned the crowd with a gaze that seemed to see all. Dressed in magnificent black robes, he was the embodiment of royal power and authority.The crowd's excitement deflated when they waited but didn't see the human Prince. But then, the King held out his hand towards the carriage, and a small, pale, slender hand took it.The crowd erupted into deafening screams as Prince Ron emerged from the carriage with the help of the King, grinning with confidence. His eye-catching wine-colored robes clung to his slender form, the rich fabric sequined with golden designs that shimmered in the morning light. His striking red hair, a cascade of fiery curls, framed his face and ears in a way that made him look de
Prince Ron wondered what had gotten into his beloved. He was being so touchy. He didn't mind if his beloved did it when they were alone but they were in public! The only people aware of their relationship were Prince Ludiciel and Princess Mariel. He was afraid that the others would find it weird. Especially his sister and the Queen Mother. He wasn't ready for them to find out yet. And even if they were to find out, he didn't want it to be like this!Zedekiel knew what Prince Ron was thinking and he couldn't help but laugh for Prince Ron didn't know that everyone was already aware of their relationship. He knew that Princess Rose was aware too because Hilda had already informed him of their plan. Anyway, he didn't care because he knew they would not be able to succeed.If the Princesses managed to lace their drinks with aphrodisiacs, then it would only be beneficial for him and Prince Ron. Although the aphrodisiac would not work on him, it would on Prince Ron.He reached out and lazily
Prince Ron's ears perked up the second he heard the words 'games' and 'eat'. He was already thinking about how to go over to the citizens tents and eat when the aroma of roasted meat hit his nose. He smiled, rubbing his palms together for he couldn't wait. Turns out they were going there anyway."And when will they get back?" Princess Rose asked, already feeling bored."Anytime they catch a Crimson Mane." Prince Ludiciel replied. "Even if they don't, the event ends by sundown."Princess Rose groaned. "So we're gonna be here till sundown?""Your tone makes me think you have no respect for our traditions." The Queen Mother said, turning to Princess Rose. "Is this how you're going to behave if you get married to my son?"'Not that you ever will.' She added inwardly.Princess Rose paled as she quickly corrected; "No no that's not what I meant. I apologize if my tone upset you. I actually feel excited. Really excited." But she cursed the Queen Mother in her mind. 'Excited my foot! I'm goin
A few citizens felt sorry for her and used long sticks to help her get to her feet. She then glared at the King who wasn't even looking at her then she stormed off with a servant escorting her back to change."What creature was that?" Prince Ron asked, pointing at the black and yellow creature that skipped away, looking satisfied.Zedekiel chuckled. "It is akin to what you humans call a skunk. Who asked your sister to provoke it? She will be smelling for days."Prince Ron snickered. He didn't really care. It served her right for disturbing it anyway.As they continued their journey, Princess Mariel tried to find ways to talk to Prince Ron but Prince Ron acted like she was invisible. Frustrated, she boldly forced herself between them, effectively separating them.The citizens quietly watching, wondered what was going on. Wasn't the Princess aware of the King and the human Prince's relationship? Wasn't she afraid to incur the wrath of the King? Intentionally creating discord between a c
Zedekiel wasted no time. He captured Prince Ron's grape juice stained lips in a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue slipping inside to taste the sweet remnants of the grape as his hands hoisted Prince Ron's legs up, making them wrap around his waist.Prince Ron closed his eyes and his body melted in his beloved's arms. He responded eagerly, his arms wrapping around Zedekiel’s neck as he surrendered to the overwhelming sensation.The kiss was demanding yet tender, as if his beloved wanted to consume him and cherish him all at once. Their bodies pressed closer until they could feel each other’s heartbeat. The world around them faded, leaving only the two of them lost in each other.When they finally broke apart, both were breathless, their foreheads resting together as they tried to steady themselves.Zedekiel's voice was low and husky as he whispered, "I couldn't resist you, love. Watching you eat those grapes made me want to take you right there. I really can't wait for tonight."He cou
Cordin "......."He suddenly wondered just how powerful their King was to be able to dispel the effects of a strong aphrodisiac. Rumours had it that one drop of it could make an Elf active for four hours straight!Prince Ludiciel finished up and returned to the royal tent.Cordin, who was still in the food tent, waited for a while. When he saw that no one was coming, he quickly took out a small bottle and poured one drop of the translucent liquid into Prince Ron's goblet.At first, he was still contemplating whether to do it or not but after seeing Prince Ludiciel pour in a whole bottle for the King, he was afraid the human Prince would not be able to keep up.He reasoned that if one drop could make an Elf active for four hours, it should make a human active for quite longer since Elves have a higher level of tolerance. He laughed. With this, the human Prince would be cooped up in his room with the King and would not have time to boss him around or make him play games! He would be fre
But Zedekiel's hand went farther and he picked up a bowl of shrimps which he began to meticulously peel and place in Prince Ron's bowl one by one. They all groaned lowly.Oblivious to the atmosphere, Prince Ron ate the shrimps with relish, occasionally feeding his beloved a piece or two. He noticed the goldenberries in a bowl beside his plate and wolfed them down too. He felt Netheridge cooking was the best.The Queen Mother sighed. Prince Ron was so easy going. He had downed the wine and goldenberries in a matter of minutes while her son had not even tasted the wine. If she had known, she would have laced his entire food with aphrodisiac.Princess Rose was fuming. Her brother had already drank the wine which meant Princess Mariel was secure but what about her? The King had not taken even a tiny sip!Princess Mariel on the other hand was shaking with glee. Prince Ron had completely fallen into her trap. Now all that was left was for her to get him into her room which she was sure woul
At that moment, Princess Rose also stood up and clung to Zedekiel's arm, her voice sweet and persuasive. "Why don’t you stay, Your Majesty? I’ve been wanting to talk to you about something. Just let Ron go, he’ll be fine." She even pushed her full chest against his arm, wanting him to feel the softness of a woman. Maybe it would distract him and let him stay.Seeing that things were starting to get out of hand, the Queen Mother rose to her feet, her voice commanding. "Mariel, Rose, step back and let Zedekiel take Prince Ron. Ludiciel and I can handle everything here."Princess Mariel frowned. "But Mother, Brother is the only one fit to address the people. He can't just leave now. Prince Ron is unwell. I will quickly take him back to rest." How could she let them go after all her planning? She had to be the one to take Prince Ron back. She needed to sleep with him. She needed to get pregnant."Mariel!" The Queen Mother shouted. "Step back this instant!""Your Majesty, stay." Princess R
In a blink, Zedekiel and Alaric found themselves standing in Zedekiel’s private chambers. The place was immaculate. Every item was precisely where it should be—elegant, silent, undisturbed.The large dining table was perfectly set with an array of exquisite dishes, but the food was untouched.The doors creaked open and in walked Prince Ron, accompanied by his manservant, Cordin. Prince Ron glanced at the cold dishes and frowned.“Cordin, get me a warming pot,” he said.“At once, Your Highness.”Cordin returned quickly, and Prince Ron pointed to the table. “Pick out Zedekiel’s favorite dishes and put them in the pot. I don’t want him coming back to cold food.”“Yes, Your Highness.”Prince Ron then stretched and climbed into the massive bed, letting out a tired sigh. “And don’t wake me up. When he gets back, tell him I waited all night. Act like I was deathly worried and you had to beg me to sleep while assuring me he was alright wherever he was.”“B-But Your Highness,” Cordin stammered
Kayziel snickered inwardly, though he kept his expression solemn. It didn’t matter whether the phoenix joined or not. The moment Zedekiel saw what he had to show, the damage would have already been done. He couldn't believe his nephew was still so naive. Even after all the centuries that had passed, he still trusted people easily.So foolish.Zedekiel had hacked off his limbs one by one and sealed him beneath the sacred roots of the Mother Tree. Stripped him of power, dignity, and freedom.Now, he had destroyed his plans to take over Netheridge and live a good life. Why should he let Zedekiel be happy?He already knew that Zedekiel was not going to let him off. He was going to die in the most painful way Zedekiel could conjure so he would take something from Zedekiel first.If he could not live, then let his nephew’s love burn instead.“What are you waiting for?” Zedekiel snarled, his grip tightening around the Soul Crucible. He had half a mind to not see what Kayziel wanted to show t
Alaric didn’t answer. His face, usually impassive, was drawn tight. His onyx eyes were stormy and his lips parted as if he wanted to speak, but no words came. He clenched his jaw and fists, unable to tell Zedekiel what he was about to see. How would he even tell him? They had opened the lantern, ready to unleash hell on whoever had possessed Ron but when they saw who it was, they knew Zedekiel had to be called back.Zedekiel drew in a deep breath. He didn’t need words to know something was deeply wrong. He couldn't wait to know what it was so he increased his speed, disappearing in a blur and reappearing before the cell door in the dungeon’s lowest levels. Alaric arrived three seconds later.They both stood still for a moment, facing the thick metal door and Zedekiel curled his fists. It was time to face whoever had made their lives hell for 3 months.He pushed open the door, the hinges creaking as they stepped inside. The room was dimly lit by the light pearls embedded into the walls
“Wow, I never knew Prince Ron was so brave and fierce.” Elliot said to Prince Ludiciel, looking thoroughly fascinated.Prince Ludiciel wasn't sure if it was because of Prince Ron or the story or both.“Judging by his looks, one would think he cannot handle a sword but did you see those moves?” Elliot continued. “He once wrestled a python and rescued a princess from a tiger. Then he saved your brother and travelled all the way to the North to marry him. Isn't that amazing?”Prince Ludiciel didn't know whether to laugh or cry. “It's amazing indeed.” He answered, nodding. He couldn't even imagine Prince Ron wrestling a python or rescuing a princess from a tiger. Knowing the lazy Prince, he would just assign Leo to do all the fighting and rescuing.Then again, it didn't really matter. It was a nice story Prince Ron told. Now he knew how Prince Ron met his brother.“But wait,” Elliot said, pausing. “If Prince Ron went after your brother, when did he get the chance to tell the story to the
He paused dramatically and everyone shook their heads.“Exactly! No, he didn’t!” Prince Ron pointed with glee. “He turned every one of them down, declaring boldly that he would only marry for true love!”Everyone went; “Awww.”“And then!” Prince Ron threw up his hands with a dramatic flourish. “One day, the brave Prince was at an inn. He’d heard rumors about some King in the North—one who dared to ask for his sister’s hand in marriage. But this Prince wasn’t the type to trust someone based on hearsay, so he went himself to gather intel.”At this point, Zedekiel frowned. Why did the story sound familiar but wrong somehow?“So there he was, chilling at the bar, sipping on ginger ale and chatting with the barkeep, when he spotted someone. A ridiculously handsome man, sitting alone in the corner, just enjoying his meal.”Zedekiel’s frown deepened. This story sounded really familiar…“What the handsome man didn’t realize,” Prince Ron continued, “was that a group of shady-looking bandits ha
Prince Ron gasped, eyes going wide. “Your what?!”Elliot smiled sheepishly, but his eyes flicked affectionately to Prince Ludiciel as he held his hand. He never really thought some harmless flirting with an Elf Prince in a flower house would result in a relationship but he was happy it did. Prince Ludiciel was the most caring, considerate, and loving creature he had ever met.Prince Ron was still stunned. He glanced at his beloved who was just smiling and then he realised that his beloved already knew! Was he the only one that didn't know? Was he the last to know? Why didn't they tell him first? His brother-in-law had found a partner! He was the one that was supposed to announce it in a grand style! Throw a party! Celebrate!He gazed at the couple then asked with little hope. “I-I'm not the last one to know, am I?”Zedekiel shook his head with a sigh. Was that was his little husband was concerned about?The Ice Fairy Queen, Prince Ludiciel and Elliot chuckled.“Well…the entire Royal f
Prince Ron sat obediently on a bed—well, as obediently as he could manage—while the Ice Fairy Queen moved gracefully around him, her shimmering white gown trailing like mist on ice. Her crystal blue eyes sparkled as she checked over him and gently examined his belly.“Would you stop staring at her and smiling like that?” Zedekiel, who was beside him, holding his hand, huffed.Prince Ron blinked. “But I’ve never seen an ice fairy before, let alone their queen.” He replied with a pout. Besides, she was really pretty. Her knee-length snow-white hair swayed as she moved, and everything about her was elegant, ethereal… cold, but really beautiful. He wondered if she had wings and if she would show him if he asked.“I don’t care.” Zedekiel grumbled. “Stop staring. Now. It's rude.” And what happened to him being the most handsome in the world? If his little husband wanted to stare at someone, couldn't he stare at him? The Ice Fairy Queen was his friend but he couldn't help feeling jealous whe
From the sidelines, Alaric and Talon watched in silence. Neither spoke, neither moved. They just stood there, watching Zedekiel and Prince Ron, a million thoughts racing through their minds.Talon’s gaze lingered on Prince Ron and Zedekiel, the way Zedekiel held his Prince Ron so tight, yet so gentle, the way Prince Ron melted into him, safe, reassured, like he trusted Zedekiel more than his own self and looked to the Elf King to keep him together. Prince Ron looked at Zedekiel like he was the only one he could see. As if when they were together, nothing else mattered and it was just them.His hands clenched at his sides in frustration. He wanted that. He wanted that and more. He felt envious—achingly envious. To the extent that his chest felt stuffy, and his teeth ached. He wanted to hold a particular person like that, have the person look at him with that kind of love, that kind of devotion. He wanted the person to trust him, to make him feel like he was the only one in the entire w
Prince Ron beamed, rubbing the back of his precious frying pan. Oh, he’ll make it count alright.And make it count he did.Some minutes later, the dungeon echoed with a loud CLANG as Prince Ron’s frying pan made direct contact with Hugh’s head. The unfortunate man let out a strangled grunt before slumping forward, completely dazed. He didn’t know if it was because he had received several beatings from Zedekiel earlier, but the human Prince’s hit was quite painful. He was tired and he wanted it all to stop.But Prince Ron was not done. He signaled the guards to lift Hugh up which they did. He then took two steps back and BANG! smacked Hugh on the side of his face. Blood sprayed against the wall of the cell and Hugh groaned, coughing out a mouthful of blood and a few teeth.Everyone’s eyes widened in alarm. Was the human prince that strong or was the frying pan really that heavy?Prince Ron glared down at Hugh, his grip tightening around the handle of the frying pan. For three months, h